Perhaps, the GREAtest
stuff of modern science is it allows
humans the ability for proper perspective
in humility of our smallness and insignificance
in the whole of all that IS GOD AS BLANKET OF ALL.

For thousands of years, folks consider rocks inanimate objects,
until science provides human aided eyes that are SMALL ENOUGH
to see that rocks consist of the same nucleuses and electrons spinning
around in spiraling movement that humans consist of. ADDITIONALLY, NOW;
science even shows that all movement makes a sound in VIBRATION; no matter
WHAT the THING IS THAT
HAS electrons SPIRALING
around nucleuses.

WE ARE ALLONE AND CONNECTED LIKE A BLANKET
is evidenced by science, my friend.

And WE includes rocks, as in the same type of electrons
that move in golden spirals around the nucleuses IN ROCKS,
AS human beings, zygotes, sperm, and eggs just waiting for sperm too.

To suggest that GOD AS WHOLE cannot create life OUT of star dust is NOT to understand GOD; not even with eyes of science; which is kinda sad; AS to understand that WE ALL consist of the same stuff is to NOT have bigotry against a person of other color; INCLUDING women; homosexuals; folks with disabilities; folks in other religions and countries, OR a grain of sand, as any LESS, than the WHOLE that is human being and GOD as ONE FORCE OF LIFE FOR NOW THAT IS ALL THAT IS.

Consider this; without THAT grain of sand, as the dirty details of life, tHere will never be any humans, as thEre will never ever be any of GOD’s earth as whole weight required for the gravity that even allows US to stand upon those grains of life that nurture us in a different way than the breath of life; but never the less, unconditionally love us with the gravity of GOD whether we ask for that LOVE or not.

There are many types of LOVE;

but the bottom line is LOVE IS ANYTHING THAT NURTURES LIFE.

THERE ARE WORDS OF AFFIRMATION; TOUCH; GIFTS; ACTS OF SERVICE; QUALITY TIME, AS
INDICATED BY THE SCIENCE OF LOVE. BEYOND SCIENCE, THERe IS THE UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE OF HUMAN THAT WITH SCIENCE IS ALTRUISM AS WELL, WHICH IS THE
SIXTH TYPE OF HUMAN LOVE.

SO YEAH, GOD AS WHOLE IS LOVE; THE GREATEST 7TH TYPE OF LOVE
THAT DOES NOT EVEN REQUIRE WHAT WE NAME AS HUMAN
SENSES AND FEELINGS.

SO YES; MY FRIEND; BOTH LOVE AND

HUMAN LIFE AS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

IS WRITTEN IN THE STONE.

IF YOUR EYES ARE NOT

SMALL ENOUGH,

AIDED BY SCIENCE TO SEE THIS;

YOU MAY STAY BLIND IF YOU LIKE;

BUT I FOR ONE AM NOT AFRAID
OF THE

TRUTH THAT I COME
FROM DUST,
AND
DUST
SO
SHALL
I
RETURN.

And the greaTEST
PART OF
THAT OF
ALL IS
THAT
DUST
SHALL
RETURN
AGAIN;
OTHERWISE,
theRe is NO
way dust gets
HERE
in the
FIRST
PLACE,
MY FRIEND.

FIRST ThERE IS DARKNESS;
THEN THeRE IS LIGHT;
THEN THErE IS
MOVEMENT OR DANCE;
THEN THERE IS SOUND OR SONG;
AFTER THAT THERE IS MATTER;
AND EVENTUALLY A GRAIN OF
SAND. AFTER THAT; LONG AFTER;
THERE IS HUMAN LIFE THAT STANDS
UPON THE LIFE OF A GRAIN OF SAND; ALL
CREATED FROM STAR DUST WITH ELECTRONS
TOO; ALL SPIRALING AROUND NUCLEUSES, NOW
GENERATING SOUND THAT INSPIRES MOVEMENT
IN INFINITY OF NOW; THEN SONG OF HUMAN IN WORDS
OF LYRICS AND TUNES OF VOCAL CHORD; AND THEN SCIENCE
REPLICATED INSTRUMENTS GENERATE SOUND OF SONG, AND INSPIRE HUMANS
TO GO ON IN MOVEMENT OF DANCE IN
INFINITE GOLDEN SPIRALING LOOPS
OF NOW TOO, AS
ABOVE
SO
BE
LOW.

SO YEAH;
to write is
to approximate
feelings to inspire
others IN SIGN
LANGUAGE,
from science
to prose to poetry.

To dance and sing
IS DIVINE; THE ULTIMATE
EXPRESSION OF DIVINE GOD
GIVEN LOVE, AS ABOVE SO BELOW.

GOD, it’s NO wonder that the METAPHOR
of APOLLO GETS SO MUCH FREE PRESS, TOO.

Well, as an instrument of ALLAH AKA GOD;
AS CO-CREATOR AS WELL; I WILL CALL THIS ONE
‘GOD IS WRITTEN IN ROCK AND ROLL’.

AND TO BE CLEAR, ‘OLDAVID’;
I BELONG TO NO
RELIGION;
I BELONG TO
GOD
ALONE.

I JUST LOVE THE WAY
THE METAPHOR ALLAH
ROLLS OFF MY TONGUE
AND ROOF OF MOUTH.

GOD CAN BE SUCH A
CRUDE WORD, AS IT
COMES FROM THE
PHLEGM OF THE
BACK OF
THE
THROAT.
IT’S LIKE THE PRECURSOR
OF SPITTING, IF YOU WILL;
INSTEAD OF THE DIVINE
FEMININE GRACE
OF ALLAH
IN BALLET
OF
TONGUE
AND ROOF
OF
MOUTH.

Have a great day friend;
and keep THAT inspiration
coming in
prose
for NOW..;)

AND PERHAPS ONE DAY,
YOU MY FRIEND, WILL DANCE
AND SING AGAIN; IF YOU DON’T
ALREADY DO IT NURTURING THE RANCH;
SAME AS GOD; AS ABOVE SO BELOW; OUR FRIENDS
FROM A GRAIN OF SAND AND SO, SO MUCH MORE.. .

24 Responses to GOD is Written in ROCK and ROLL

All the opposites in Nature do contrast with the feelings of dark and light that can be
enjoyed in balance.. as without rain there cannot be flowers of hope..:)

Ah.. yes.. to escape the conceptions of others is to look within..
but never is strength but to love
one self and all others
too.. in all the colors
of black
and
grey..:)

Yes..
and angel
of destiny
can be friend or foe..
but to love foe as friend
is destiny uncovered..
as least for now..
and more
to come..:)

i suppose GOD wants to enjoy ..a little a LOT of ALL.. and NONE of dark and light..

SO what better way.. than.. to evolve as humans TOO.. and bring in the dirt of night..

AND mold life in clay of passIonS in pieces of minds.. bodies in balance.. or NOT..

AND the RAGE OF NOW IN graceful harmony in roll coast tide…:)

One of the most courageous ways of life is
to survive in fear.. and lord knows these days
anxiety is a common way.. ah one day the
fear is gone.. and the blessings of peace
are remembered in fear before..:)

Ah.. lovely signs of all that is meaningful in purpose.. make life
a passion of living.. and the more observing.. absorbing and
enjoying.. with open minds employing now.. makes way for
more signs of synchronicity.. to come together to make
a wonderland of magic.. in purpose and meaning
Loving LIFE..:)

Oh.. Lord.. the school of thesis and opposing antithesis brings back
memories of sidewalks of English.. oh GOD.. back then.. i cannot
come up with a paragraph WITH a mind of multiple choice answers

to fill holes with.. and OH god..
now i cannot stop the paragraphs from

coming.. coming.. more.. again..:)

Ah.. yes.. darkness is pervasive.. and part of light..
and i suppose the best way to light is
from within.. and never relying
on others to light dark
for us..
and then.. just
a joy in now.. as
others
light US
UP..:)

Oh.. goodness with ADHD that breathe in and out stuff will
not work for me.. to be still is to be crazy.. to move..
is divine for me.. and when I feel no weight
of 230LBS.. the success is plain to
feel.. in floating on terrestrial
land as heavy
light weight..:)

Ah.. yes.. to follow the Sun in its
breakfast light to the height of the lunch of noonday
break.. to the evening sunset of dinner
in twilight..
is to enjoy the break
fast of tomorrow in light..:)

Ah.. yes.. i guess.. that is why the Mocking bird
repeats what is said.. by birds.. the mask
of colors.. come by beaks of others..:)

Ah.. the patterns of the past no longer hold.. as true..
as now the girl in the front is the rear in
the bootie dancing.. accosting
fronts of boys.. in
new age of
dance…
Times are a
changing and
roles are becoming
more blurry.. every new
dance that comes.. in now..:)

Rape is story that knows no heart..
often a vicious cycle of child not
loved as well.. to grow a heart..
strong in emotion and
connection to others
will not ease the souls
and hearts taken away..
but at least there is hope for
the next generation to be ruled
by heart instead of hate alone…

Ah.. the archetype of man as knight..
My mother spotting the rugged beard
of my father and mystical green eyes
as ATF agent.. in a courthouse.. and
says whoever is married to that man
must be the luckiest woman in the
world.. ah.. but little did she know
then that the FULL PACKAGE
does NOT
talk
at
ALL…
Anyway.. that’s
how i get here..;)

Yes; LOOKS count
A LOT..:)
IS
THE
BOTTOM LINE.

And yes, my wife falls into
THE SAME
TRAP..:)
AND SHE HASN’T
ESCAPED
YET!
BIG SMILES, AND GRINS TOO..;)

And thanks dad;
you didn’t give me love;
but you
gave me
something….

MY WIFE!

And by the way, thanks for
inspiring that FRIEND;
i sorta needed that
today..:)

AND now i am no longer
short on words
like,
DEAR DAD, PASSING AWAY,
LAST YEAR, ABOUT
THIS TIME,
NOW!..:)

And if ALL THIS.. IS too much for your
comments section.. please feel free to
delete; as yOur inspiration is
what truly
counts
for me;
friend unknown;
but friend
still…. in the big scheme
of

life….

The treasure of emotions.. to soar into joy and lavish despair..
to know truly in hEAart that pain is joy and joy is pain.. the balance..
the opposites.. the play of life.. to take IT ALL IN and to express IT this way..
is human freedom at iBEST! of worst! @BEST!..
WITH SMILEs and winkS
@the end of ALL..:);)!
simply@!

Ah.. opposites of attraction.. no the voice.. yes the silence..
no the song.. of bees and birds.. who do the circle.. diversity of life..
ah the differences.. are the blessings.. love and hate..
all between.. all diversity.. kNOw
that’s life..:)

Yes.. the love of flower pressed in photos.. is not alive but in heArt
of living love.. yes.. memories are nice..
but love is kind..
connecting
and
never flower
of photos pressed
in print
a
lone..:)

Ah yes.. the free verse form flows with lyrical beauty
of innate human voice.. no different really than
Nature’s golden spiral of Waves rushing
in and receding out in Shoreful
tunes of loving life..
Why why WHY.. DO THEY
take that ALL away
and make sidewalks,
instead
of
Loving
LIFE.
YES! FREE VERSE AM I! too!
and Much more than words
in paragraphs
a
lone or
sidewalks
two..
THeRE is me
ONE as FREeD..:)

Yes.. i too am only blessed with short life of a offspring child..
but this child only lives 51 days.. and known immediately from birth
is his short life’s fate.. and to know truly that the way we live..
in valuing life over suffering.. is sad as well.. as death is
his only respite from 51 days of painful suffering in a
culture that fosters selfish means of surviving
over suffering and the blessing of death..

Ah.. the lessons of life arrive in small and suffering packages..
ah.. the lessons of culture never learn the truth of Nature set free..
where suffering is often as much.. fostered by a way of life
that never truly lives a life… as full..

But the end lesson for me is.. i am fortunate.. life is gift..
and to live it anything other than gift is a curse set down up all
of Nature’s mutations that some suffer through and others thrive..

So yes.. the misery of a child becomes the blessings
of my life to give to others to
honor the suffering of that child..
and we.. no matter how small and suffering

are in this game together from birth of suffering or death

as life…. YES.. his life is worth IT and IT still lives on

in my eyes.. as well..

TOTALLY WELL..

AND ALIVE
IN
LIFE..:)

AS a person who one times loses both intellect and emotions..
i have to say that the panic of losing intellect
is nothing compared to
the numbness
of losing
emotions..
as without emotions
there are not even any reference
points
for feeling…
They say with this assassin
of the brain that the emotions
and feelings are the last to go..
and if there is any respite
or silver lining
that is truly
it as far as i
for one who
has ‘LIVEDEVIL’
in total darkness
before.. And the loss
of emotions is horrifying
compared to not navigating
the world in words
of
logical thought..
as there is not even
any horrifying
EMOTIONS
in that
place
of
BLACK
WHERE TRULY EVERY
SECOND IS AN
ETERNITY
OF
LITERAL
HUMAN HELL…

Where there is fear.. smiles..
and grimaces.. theRe
is still life IN LIFE..
with or without
the logical thoughts
of
humans alive OR dead
in life with nothing..
as nothing..
as
BLACK..:)

Ah.. yes.. to be hated
and loved well in life..
IS TO LIVE..
WELL.. AS
WELL
DOES
BE..:)

Reminds me of the song “Isn’t it ironic”..
when all the directions we go.. come back
to surprises of the last place we think we’ll go..
i try not to think so much anymore.. of where i’m going..
where all can be accepted.. as coming naturally.. all the lands in now..:)

Ah.. yes.. the dry word of leaves without much feeling..
the barren desert of heart and soul.. not expressing spirit…
the lives of leaves livedevil in death of life.. not really living..
and the spring of all that come again.. alive.. in all the cycles..
of dark and light AS Life..:)

A color for the day.. a color for the senses..
a color sings emotions.. and a palette of all
for life as is.. in rainbow delight.. and
so much more.. where colors tread to live
in splashes of wonder to delight..:)

OMG, or yours of allthatis, 500 postings in 2 years–that is several per week. Many of us manage 2-3 per week, maybe a 100 per year; which is very productive; but not enough for you with your over one million page views & a million words, & thousands of photographs–damn, simply staggering, but Gaby is correct, for the dozens of your poems I have read have thousands of opposites, contrasts, & juxtapositions. Your poetry is so individual, so unique, it has created its own form; no one I’ve ever read writes like you do. We’d all like to think that applies for the rest of us too, but hell no; there are a bunch of we poets out here, & then in a different strata, there’s you. (**Note” this is not a slam or slur, it is praise & recognition.)

Thanks.. Glenn you ARE a major source of inspiration to me..
and most importantly IN UNDERSTANDING me..
you too.. trust me.. are more than one in a
million..TOO..:)

AS truly
I’VE BEEN
noted as
everything
from insane.. to
nothing.. and in between..

but you know what..
AND YOU
PROBABLY
DO..;)

i LOVE the challenge even more than
the praise… as all the challenges in my life..
make me hard as stone..soft as water.. and
WITH the Unconditional EMPATHIC Love
of
14.5 billions years or SO for ALLTHATIS
as DARKest of devils and brighTEST
OF ANGELS who has both hated the
world away worse than anyTHING and loved
IT more than ANYone I knowNow.. or anywHere
else..:)

Hi Bjorn.. thanks for stopping by.. and thanks for providing this great prompt for dVerse.. as it is definitely one of my favorite themes.. as antithesis.. and i really enjoyed reading everyone’s ideas on this one..too..:)

Your frustration at the requirements of the ‘system’ at hand, which is culture, in general, of course, reminds me of the emotionality of the video linked above by Sia. Of course, there are other issues in Sia’s childhood that do not apply to you in the non-verbal portrayal of what Sia directs in the video part of the song.

As discussed earlier, when I leave work, I dream constantly of going back, even part time, as a good thing to get back into the quarter of a century social role, and only social role i recognize, as human being; or at least what I THINK is human, then.

We need social roles, and we need freedom. My blessing now is that I get to create my OWN social role WITH FREEDOM.

I DID NOT recognize how much a slave I am to the system of culture, in general, until totally separated from it through illness with loss of effective sight and hearing to even watch TV, which is perhaps the greaTEST blessing to become more output than input person, through the disability accommodation of a keyboard and screen turned down in brightness.

My cousin who is a 33 year musician at age 52, has always done the musician thing; with financial support from his father, my fathers twin, who is totally opposite from my father putting family first always.

My cousin’s blessing is never really having to be part of a BIG system; whereas, I am part of the biggest and most regulated system that is federal government in the U.S, as workplace and social role, then.

And truly overall, the last time I am free like a child like this is when I am LITERALLY A CHILD, at age 5, before going to Catholic School Kindergarten with a new myth of a devil hanging over so-called right and wrong, and then off to school to make me a robot instead of artistic mind, with little awareness of my body that truly is the same as head as analogy of mind when all is balanced in mind and body, as one force of human.

Our cultures are developed to support huge populations of humans that are not evolved to live in huge populations. Insanity dictates insanity. And truly modern ways of life ARE INSANE. HARD to understand, until one escapes THE MATRIX, fully. But truly the sentiment of that trilogy of movies is CORRECT, one hundred percent, in truth of MATRIX metaphor.

And now I escape as, a relatively speaking, NEO.

And truly all the metaphors of human awakening and enlightenment are an escape from the insanity of post-forager life.

ANYWAY, IT IS MORE than worth 5 years of hell in illness, to live any period of time as NEO.

I hope NEO for you, as well, my friend, and your husband;

SO hard, so very hard, to escape, though.

Truly that Jesus story about the camel and the eye of the needle is reality for almost; NO, not almost everyone; but
everyone whose face I recognize in Super-walmart in that same place I exist, before I escape, and
no longer walk on treadmills designed by others, to take me where THEY WANT ME TO GO.

ANYWAY, I can certainly relate to a life that is all sacrifices and seemingly NO LIFE AT ALL.

AND AGAIN, I HOPE FOR MUCH MORE than THAT for you.

No worries on your inability to write at this time, and however that may come in the future.

AS there is no energy for me but to work, THEN, to watch TV, to escape, do the subsistence gathering routine on the
weekend, and start the cultural SYSTEM treadmill again, again, again, again, again, ad-nauseam until
REAL REALITY TAKES ME BACK..:)

THERE IS no doubt in my subconscious mind that my subconscious mind orchestrates ALL the illnesses in
physical reality to DO JUST THAT OR GOD THAT IS ONE and the same thing as Nature and the human
nature that does FEEL LIKE A BLESSING NOW, RATHER THAN the TICKING TIME BOMB OF BEFORE..:)

Anyway, I BLOW UP like Humpty Dumpty; and finally PUT ALL THE SHELLS BACK
TOGETHER AGAIN. And I just roll like an egg of nature, for now;
or ‘the feather’ of Forest Gump, in human
freedom..:)

Sorry about that. Words Press has a rather slow server compared to Google Blogger, and with the amount of multi-media I present with my poetry as Unique form that I do for the love of art.. that presents a problem with slower Internet connections and computers.

However, what I do is offer two other identical versions in blogger format that are much faster without the benefits of course, of the much better commenting feature of Word Press that I use for both comments and a full palette for digital art, with videos and photographs often included in the comments section for a working palette that I share for transparency as well, of all the inspirations and sources that I use for the unique art that combines music, movies, videos, photography, science words and numerology, prose, and poetry in part as well…

AND that IS, definitely too much for slower Internet connections and computers as a whole with the slower horsepower of word press servers.

But never the less, I also have plans B and C, I will link below that are already linked in the side column for folks who can see it without the slower ‘connections and computers’ with not enough memory and or broadband width to take it all in.

Hope you are having a great now ; and truly if I as an individual am looking for recognition and views, I would never have the over 1.1 million views I have with Google Blogger Blogs authored by me; and other associated Google avenues of presenting art that I have as compared with the slower and buggy word press horse of art that I use for comments here.

I am a very busy artist anyway; and too many comments would put a bind on that; as I treat each comment like the person is the Queen of England for metaphor, or the most important person in the world of now; as I do devote that much attention and respect to every person who comes here to comment..:)

Thanks for dropping by DELL CLOVER and by the way I love that name or pen name.. as it takes me straight to Ireland..:)

The worst of all fates I can imagine is to be famous. AS freedom goes with famous.

The best of all fates, truly for me, is to be interesting as interesting can be either inspiring thought or feelings in other human beings, as we all are in this game of evolved life to inspire each other in play, in the first place, before that ‘apple’ thingy is invented as abstract written language, collective recorded intelligence, and extremely complex human cultures to keep the big machine of human populations going and growing; however that may eventually turn out in light or dark or all colors of fifty shades of grey..

Many people read me and never comment, as I know I am way too much for most folks to take in online numbering well over a million views now.

But perhaps the best compliment I receive far away from materialistic success in fame; that I abhor as death in life; is the term legend.

A term I am named by the Youth in my metro locality, for my all non-verbal dance of life.

I take that with me all places I go; and truly it does not require even cultural clothes, as my nude straight male renaissance art portrays AND FULLY DISPLAYS as well.

These youth know nothing online about me; or in real life for that matter.

After 3570 miles of ballet and martial arts style dance in almost every metro area large store with my shopaholic wife, FOR over 20 months now; I bring smiles to people when I walk in, in almost all public place these days. And the autographs are the selfies and photos requested with me, as last night I am named legend again, by youth who are drawn to the freedom that they clearly see in my non-verbal dance of life.

I am a messenger of freedom in the New age of the old age of dance.

And that dance is more powerful shared on Facebook by the new age artists of smart phone digital equipment of photos and videos taken by hundreds of folks in my metro area and shared all over the world with NO PR EFFORT FROM ME.

THE MESSAGE FROM ME IS FREE VERSE HUMAN FROM HEAD TO TOE.

THE FREEDOM OF OUR ANCESTORS COME BACK ALIVE;
RESURRECTED IN
THE HUMAN
LIFE
THAT
CAN
STILL
BE
FREE WHEN ONE LETS GO OF
THE CULTURAL CLOTHES
AND JUST FLOWS
WITH THE UNIVERSAL
NATURE THAT IS GOD
IN SPIRALS OF ALL
GOLDEN 1.618 PHI
TOES, FINGERS
HANDS, FEET,
ARMS, TWEEN
LEGS, TORSO
HIPS, HEAD
EARS, EYES,
AND SKIN
OF THE
WAY
THAT
PLAN
ETs
MOVE
AROUND
THE
SUN
OF
LIFE.

Thanks Victoria, and the spiral forms of poetry that come, is like a magic heArt to me; as most of what i do is totally by free flow writing with little to no conscious thought or planning.

Perhaps that is a benefit of aging, as my grandmother started doing automatic writing in a twilight state between waking and sleeping and free style wonderful oil painting after most of her sight is gone in elder age.

All the images come from within for her; without instruction or lessons from others.

And I suppose I follow in her footsteps, starting in my 50’s same as my mother does
with more structured and actual published poetry in print, in her 50’s as well.

So I guess ART is in the blood too; and in some cases like a cocoon of ART
that is just waiting to blossom out in butterfly wings of
UNLIMITED
COLOR
OR
shades of grey..:)

Yeah, I like that shades of grey metaphor; after
my wife makes me go that movie.

It says so much though
about the emotional
human condition
in all they
greys
IT
MOST DEFINITELY
COMES IN OR IS
UNDERNOURISHED
AS SUCH IN
ENVIRON
MENTAL
WAYS
OF DEATH
OF SOUL, HEART,
AND EXPRESSED
FULLER HUMAN
POTENTIAL
IN
ALL
HUMAN
SPIRIT
WAYS!..:)

ANYWAY, thanks for
coming by,and hope
your now is as wonderful
as ever..;)!

The Greatest (great test)……. IS GOD AS BLANKET OF ALL……… WE ARE ALLONE AND CONNECTED LIKE A BLANKET
I like the word play in your poem, there are lots of contrasts and connections and things to think about

Perhaps, if you get a spelling lesson, you will Know WHAT
the hell you are talking about too, my little man..;)

I didn’t get a beautiful wife, financially independent,
and literally hundreds of gorgeous dance partners
as documented on my blogs; from
having mental illness, friend.

I am creative with imagination
and the women love me, just the way I am.

And if you think I’m blowing smoke out of somewhere, you can do a little Google search on
“God’s Muse of Dance”, and see all the irrefutable evidence, in close to 200 gorgeous girls smiling ear to
ear, hanging on me as well, by the muse of dance I bring.

And one day, if you get to be a really big man like me, you can press maybe close to half a ton like me,
in the video provided below, when you grow out of your domesticated diapers my friend, as well.

But meanwhile keep your LITTLE personal attacks to yourself, AND better directed at yourself;
as I am real and CAN PROVE IT IN PHOTOS; and you are just 4 letters on a screen
and nothing more, at least for now, online..;)

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DRAg2_BkKu8]

Perhaps, you will be another one of the ‘fun ones’ here for me..;)

If so, looking forward to that as well..;)

And by the way, speaking of amoebas that ARE alive,
including Fetuses, from the moment of conception,
as science DOES PROVE IN BIOLOGY 101 CLASSES;

I find folks who go around doing little personal attacks,
hiding behind faceless avatars, online, less than amoebas
AND human. You would never ever dare to do that to may face,
at 230LBS of muscle and clear headed martial arts skills. But anyone
can be a big man on the Internet, huh, behind a faceless user name.

Folks like you disgust me; and boy do I really love to play with them in
FLESH AND BLOOD LIFE..:) IT’S fun to be able to do stuff, no one will ever
expect
is
even
humanly possible.
And I’m talking about
Martial Arts REAL LIFE skills;
not Voodoo, or such as that.
I CLEARLY STATED ABOVE
I AM USING METAPHORS.
IF ONE DAY
YOU SPELL
AND READ INTERPRETIVELY, AS WELL;
CHI IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
DUDE; AND ANY REAL MARTIAL
ARTIST CAN TELL YA
THAT’S AS REAL
AS THE NOSE
ON YOUR
FACE; BUT
YOU DO NOT
SHOW A NOSE,
HERE, SO THERE IS
no evidence yet, YOU
HAVE ONE OF THOSE EITHER..;)